I've decided I'm going to be stoned and drinking all day long today, and get some serious work done on some writing projects. It's working well so far.
It's actually a reference to her earrings, seen here: Yeah, thats me, fully loaded, haha. Fucking Crown...
Woohoo my first drunk thread while I'm actually drunk! My boyfriend is out camping and I'm drinking alone. Well, not really alone- I offered the basset some, but she said no. So now I'm watching a CSI marathon and waiting for SNL to come on. God my life is boring.
How do you think I feel? The first weekend in forever that we don't have something to do in school and nobody wants to hang out. So I bought $50 of beer and have started into some of it.
All you bastards done with midterms and on spring break can suck it. I turned in a seven page paper yesterday on Jane Austen and then I'm going back for more scholarly ass rape next week. And then over spring break? I'm working on my online classes. So technically I'm not getting a break. Oh and that Austen Paper? It was submitted to my teacher, who just happens to edit the quarterly publication of the Jane Austen Society of North America. As if I didn't hate Jane Austen enough, I have to turn my shit in to a fucking fanatic expert.
I must be on some roll lately...every movie I've watched lately just fucking SUCKS. Year One? Beggorrah!!!! I can't believe the man that directed Groundhog Day and Analyze This made this utter turd. I wish Jack Black died after School Of Rock so he would have left us with something to admire him for. Having a movie set in ancient times with modern dialogue is peculiar, but not at all interesting (see: First Knight), which discribes this movie entirely. Afterwards, the lil' lady and I were blessed with watching Couples Retreat, a DVD that will go great with the other things in my garbage. Not relative. Not funny. At all. Not even once (though Kristen Davis looked hot in her undies). I don't get why Hollywood keeps bankrolling these movies without possibly reading the script first. If we could get Vince Vaughn to not play Vince Vaughn JUST ONCE I would actually respect the guy, but it's snake eyes every time. Swingers came out in 1996. Yes, you're gangly and can talk fast and looked like you just crawled out of your own grave, WE FUCKING GET IT. Question: How can you get drunk, watch two comedies in a row and not laugh once? Answer: Rent these films and find out! I need relief...
Meh. I had my spring break already. I had two exams and a lab the week after spring break. One of those exams was cumulative back to September 2008. I had 8 exams between the start of the semester and that week. When I was in undergrad (albeit, just freshman year of undergrad) I didn't have 8 exams per semester. So fuck you, I've earned having a weekend.
I note now that it's "miniskirt weather" as someone blissfully pointed out earlier, I also noticed today it's also dreadfully "muffin top weather". Symptoms of the Muffin Top: - Too-tight low-rise jeans (Y'know what's all the rage right now? Sweats.) - Shirt too small - Self Esteem on the rise after wolfing down Chips Ahoy bag and six-pack of Stoli Orange Muffin Top Comrades: - Donuts - KFC - Day shift at the strip club - Tequila goggles and its Russian brother Muffin Top Enemies: - Salad - Wave Machines - The Victoria's Secret catalogue you descreetly (and immedietly) masturbate to in the bathroom when your girlfriend gets "a headache". "You weren't the chick I picked up at the bar the other night...."
SNL hasn't been funny in a good ten years, no wonder you think your life is boring. I got a 6 pack of Warsteiner, a locally (Cincinnati) brewed beer and liked it so much as I drank through the afternoon that I had to go get myself another six pack. Try it if you see it.
You live in London. It is always miniskirt weather in London. On my third beer of the night. Although since the first one was 9% ABV, it's more accurately my fourth of the night. I don't know why. Maybe it's because Guinness comes in cans, but I bought a four-pack this week (of tall boy cans) and once that was gone, went out and got an 8 pack. I normally never do this with beers, partly because I want to try as many different as possible and partly to grow my display of bottles (there are no cans in my display). But there was simply no voice in my head telling me to stop. Perhaps the last two years of my life of thinking of Guinness as gross needs some rectification. But I'm enjoying it more and more with each one I have. And you'll never find a beer that looks as pleasing in a glass.
Ok rum. You and I are together again. I have a birthday party to attend but don't want to spend money to get there because it's on the other side of town. I'm also quite drunk, first time in two weeks. I need food. I need more soda pop. I need more cowbell. Albeit, she has nice boobs. Who wants to deliver me some of the above items? I'll give you a silver pence and a coupon for dollar-ramma.
I would kill for a big fat pizza right now. As far as I know, Waikiki is pretty shitty on pizza, I haven't had a good one since the last time I was in Haleiwa. All I want is a cheaper, delicious pizza to compliment my stoneyness. Carpenter, you know of anywhere?